The tragedy was about to happen, and everyone closed their eyes together, as if they couldn't bear to see the tragic state of the young man.

At the critical moment, a figure appeared on the stage.

Shi Hao's powerful thoughts, like an invisible hand, soothed the fire of the young man's riot with great power.

The young man's face flushed, and he glanced at Shi Hao gratefully.

If it weren't for Shi Hao's timely help, he would probably be more than lucky.

"Thank you big brother for your help. The young man bowed to Shi Hao.

Shi Hao calmly helped the young man up, his face indifferent.

With that, the boy took a deep look at the bad little servant and trotted out of the inn.

"Hehe, it's a piece of rubbish. The little guy looked at the young man's back and sneered very unceremoniously, but completely ignored the age gap between the two sides.

Everyone looked at this little guy and was extremely arrogant, knowing that this guy's background was not shallow, and although they were unhappy with this little guy in their hearts, no one took the initiative to say anything.

"Let's let my son-in-law refine it, it must be much stronger than the waste just now. The little guy raised his head and said.

As soon as the white-faced boy jumped onto the stage, a purple flame suddenly burst out, and the temperature of the entire first floor suddenly increased a lot.

Suddenly, everyone screamed in unison.

The corners of Shi Hao's mouth also showed a playful smile.

Purple Gold Thunder Fire!

One of the most powerful alien fires in heaven and earth.

"It is rumored that the owner of the Purple Gold Thunder Fire is a young man from the Ximen Yin Clan, named Ximen Chasing the Wind, could it be this person?" someone discussed in a whisper.

Sacrificing the purple gold thunder fire, the refining of the elixir this time has no suspense.

The Purple Gold Thunder Fire is extremely powerful, and it takes a lot of effort for ordinary flames to melt the material, but the Purple Gold Thunder Fire only needs a split second.

And the white-faced boy is indeed powerful, and in a short period of time, the elixir has been successfully refined.

"Congratulations to Childe, stay in our hotel room for free. The shopkeeper came forward to congratulate each other very well.

Ximen Chasing the Wind ignored the shopkeeper and walked straight to Shi Hao.

"I have admired the name for a long time. Simon Chasing the Wind spoke in a cold tone.

"When I'm eating. I don't like people watching from the sidelines. Shi Hao didn't save any face for Ximen because of his strength in chasing the wind.

The little guy next to Ximen Chasing the Wind suddenly became unwilling, pointed at Shi Hao's nose and scolded: "Bastard." How dare you talk to Ximen Gongzi like this, is it so tired and crooked?"

"Within three breaths, out of my sight. Shi Hao raised his head and drank a glass of wine, and said to the little guy without raising his head.

The little guy laughed. Stand still with your shoulders crossed.

Three breaths, but only a moment.

Shi Hao waved his sleeves, as if he was chasing flies, but a terrifying air flow gushed out.

This strong wind was not scattered, but condensed into a wind sword with Shi Hao's mind. Stabbed the little guy in the throat.

He dared to kill dozens of people from the Wei Chi Yin clan. How could they care about a small guy in the Ximen hermit?

That moment!

The little guy finally regretted it, his mouth was dry, cold sweat was running down his back, and he was shrouded in the shadow of death.

knew that if he didn't dodge, he would die, but his feet were like nails to the ground, and he couldn't lift them up at all.

It was a terrifying thought, oppressing the little guy.

Seeing the wind sword stabbing at him, the little guy closed his eyes in despair, and his body trembled like chaff.

Hum!

A cold snort. Ringing in the field.

Another powerful idea rose up and fought against Shi Hao's idea.

At the same time, a purple gold thunder fire, turning into a fire dragon, roared and entangled Shi Hao's wind sword.

In the blink of an eye, two terrible teenagers started a terrifying fight.

But in the next moment, the shop became calm again.

Of course, the huge pressure on the little guy was gone, and he screamed miserably, and he collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up. A foul smell came from his crotch.

"You're good, but you're not long dead. When the old man of the Weichi family returns, you will die without a place to bury. After Simon finished chasing the wind, he turned his head and left, neatly.

"Childe ......" the voice of the little guy was very resentful.

Why don't you kill this hateful Shi Hao?

Ximen chased the wind but didn't look at this little guy, and under the leadership of the shopkeeper, he came to a Tianzi room.

Closing the door, Simon chased the wind and violently spat out a mouthful of Yin Hong's blood.

His face became extremely ugly, and his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake.

"Shi Hao!"

In the fight just now, he had a slight advantage.

Both of them have extremely powerful ideas, and when they collide with each other, no one can take advantage of them.

But the seemingly calm wind sword, with a fierce attack, stabbed the ninety-nine-eighty-one sword in the blink of an eye.

Each sword was stabbed on the fire dragon transformed by the purple gold thunder fire, which was tantamount to stabbing on the divine thought of Ximen chasing the wind.

Moreover, these eighty-one swords were stabbed in the same place, and Simon was caught off guard by chasing the wind, so his divine thoughts were damaged.

"This time I took it lightly, next time, I must kill you!" Simon chased the wind, and a terrifying murderous aura spread.

On the first floor of the inn, the onlookers didn't think so.

They saw Shi Hao put on a posture, obviously wanting to kill this little guy, but they were blocked by Ximen chasing the wind.

In this comparison, the two made a judgment.

But no one thought that Ximen Chasing the Wind was just the end of the strong bow and was hit hard by Shi Hao.

As a result, some words boasting about Simon chasing the wind spread in Dancheng.

In this alchemy competition, Ximen Chasing the Wind may become a big hit.

As for Shi Hao, he is just a nameless stepping stone, and few people pay attention to him.

Shi Hao was still drinking, and it was all free anyway, so he drank very happily.

The wind sword just now was one of the Nine Star Secret Techniques, and its power was beyond imagination, and it caught Ximen Chasing the Wind off guard.

In the corner of the inn, Chang San looked coldly at what had just happened.

Others couldn't see the clues, but he knew that Shi Hao was better in this battle.

There was a bit of satisfaction in his eyes, but there was a little bit of light in his eyes.

The little guy stood up with difficulty, snorted coldly at Shi Hao, and then walked out of the inn.

Now he is looking for Simon Chasing the Wind with a strange smell, and there is no benefit except for being beaten by his own son-in-law.

The things here were like wings, and they quickly spread into the ears of a girl in yellow in a luxurious mansion in the city.

In fact, as long as there is news about Shi Hao, this girl usually gets it as soon as possible.

"Let's go down. The girl waved her hand, looked at the sky faintly, and reached out to gently remove the veil from her face.

If Shi Hao is here, then he will definitely be very familiar with this pretty face, which is the girl Huang Ling'er.

But at this moment, there was no sweet smile on her pretty face, but a frost like a deep cold wax moon.

"Shi Hao, why did I meet you? Why am I not the daughter of an ordinary family? Why can't I be with you calmly?"

Two lines of clear tears, silently slipping down. (To be continued~^~)